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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. This week is a picture prompt.
Again, this story is in a state of change. As I thought of the characters, I realized that the story shouldn’t end the way I planned and that my characters need to take on new relationships with each other. I think I have it mapped out now. I think.
**Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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He stopped short at the threshold of the bedroom door. There was more than a gash across Apollo’s ribs. Sitting in his briefs on the bed, it was evident that he took a beating while in the tear trying to save the mortal. His flesh was peppered with dark purple blotches. The slashes on his thighs left droplets of blood on the pure white sheets. The heel of his right foot was shredded, leaving a puddle of crimson beneath it.
Deirdre lounged against the pillows, gently brushing the hair from the gods face. At the sight of the jinn, she pressed a kiss to Apollo’s brow. She glared at Khalil as she stood and paced the few steps to the foot of the bed. She lifted her palm towards Khalil.
The bandages that the jinn held flew from his hands into hers. With a huff, she slumped on the mattress. She carefully took Apollo’s unfurled foot in her hands then rested it on her leg. She bit her lower lip in deep concentration as she wrapped the gauze around his heel.
Khalil crossed the room to her. “I could have brought that to you.”
“Didn’t seem like it. You looked like a deer in headlights.” She patted the top of Apollo’s foot and gave him a smile. “One down. A whole lot more to go.”
The god returned the grin. “You make one hell of a nurse.”
“From you, that’s a hell of a compliment.”
Deirdre turned back to Khalil. He cringed at the feeling of judgement he felt coming from her. He didn’t need her condemnation. He already hated himself. Seeing the man he loved bleeding from his own actions tore him to shreds. He hissed a quiet curse against Hassan. If he ever got the chance to kill the son of a bitch, he would.